There was once a poor family in a small town. They were plagued with financial woes and bad luck, and even though the mother had taken in laundry and ironing to try to make ends meet, they couldn't keep up. Their home and furniture were worn slick with use. They were good people in a bad way.I think it is perfect because it is easy to sympathize with the poor mother. Some will read this story and see her as noble, and no one would read the story and see her as evil.
The community decided to help. It offered to build the family a new house. It wouldn't be luxurious, but it would be more stable and safe. It would be a clean start. When the community told the mother she said, "Oh, thank you so much for your kindness and your offer, but I could never leave this house, it is my home."
Have we become so comfortable in our beliefs that even though they are worn slick with use, we cannot trade them in for a new home?
It is a parable addressed to a community that I don't concern myself with as much as others. It is addressed to those who are living in a faith that they've outgrown; those who are making excuses for failing of their faith.
I like it because if you are the poor mother--as I am in many ways, attached to a faith that my family has lived in for generations--it is scary to leave that comfortable home for nothing but a promise. If you view the promise as coming from scholars, disinterested academics, then it would be foolish to leave your comfortable home for that. But, if the community in the parable doesn't represent scholars and theologians, but God, then you would be foolish not to trust the promise. As I say to those who find questions about virgin birth, bodily resurrection and the historical Jesus scary, don't worry, God is big enough to weather your questions.